Once again CIA Cat has made me her bitch. I think my little Jedi mind trick pissed her off and she hatched up this sneaky ass scheme to get me back!

It started a couple of weeks ago. I began noticing that CIA Cat was having difficulty getting up and down from the couch and bed. She would do this hesitant jump, land awkwardly, and then kinda make this sqweek noise and slowly limp away. I was, ofcourse, concerned because I’m a good and kind pet person… Shut up I am!

So because I’m a good and kind pet person I started helping her. If it looked like she wanted up, I would pick her up and put her on the bed or couch. If it looked like she wanted down I would lift her down. After a while she was getting pretty use to this and began meowing at me when ever she needed me to move her. I felt like CIA Cat and I had finally reached a mutual understanding of trust and dare I say love.

One night I came into the living room to see her sitting on the floor looking at Hubby on the couch, she looked over at me and gave an extremely pathetic meow.

Me: ah honey can’t you see she needs help up? Poor baby.

Hubby: What are you talking about?

Me: She can’t get up and down on her own anymore *whispering* she’s getting too O.L.D.

Hubby: Babe you’re high, she was just on the couch but hopped down when she heard you coming and didn’t have any problem doing it.

I looked at Hubby, down to CIA Cat and back to Hubby (who now had a very annoying smirk on his face), and back down to CIA Cat who had a matching smirk on her face.

Me: I hate you both.

Hubby laughed and CIA cat jumped up on the couch without any trouble and mooned me, causing Hubby to laugh harder.